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speaking up now can you listen (Can you listen)
Traumatized by the sound of the pistols (Traumatized )
Ain't no post now his mama gon miss him (Nah)
Ain't no

wild my pistol up, my windows down
She eat me up, I'm dinner now, clean me up, I'm dipping out
I can't get set up by none of these dog hoes
Skrill gon'

to look at you like it was him, but I was never knowing
Pressure on my shoulders, make it hard for me to keep it going
Treasure all my people, cause

be fucking gone
Don't be surprised if you wake up and I moved on
To a place that we call Heaven, oh my fucking god
Brother, I'm dying
Can you help me

to be something
No point in me fronting
Homie still locked in that precinct
But his mind not told him free something
Whoa
I don't give a fuck
For the fuck

And I got it by myself
I'm showing my ass today 
So I don't need no belt (woo x3)
This hoe all in my face
She say I make her melt
Just playing the game my

dark that you won't see Oh, nah
When I'm so high that I can't breathe yeah it help me on God
These niggas be faking
We leave that boy on the pavement

to flee
Time is money and it's mine
While you hustle, Imma grind
Before you to make a monster out of me
Keith, Lee, Shimmy, me
We all on the burner phone

Waterfall

Willie K.

Amy & Willie Live

2003

A lonely mother gazing out of her window 
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side, 
But he

like that
That killer freak that just escaped
They can't get him back
He was spotted in the area like 3 hours back
4 people attacked
And possibly no

my mans got booked 
We just bailed him out 
Look how long that took 
Baby said I don't wanna mess with a crook
But we down by the brook 
And she let me

I’ve fallen victim to their honey trap,
And as I feel the future wrap around my neck,
I feel the arms of my past creep up my back, waiting to make me

sent me
Some poppers didn't ask for a dollar tried giving me zones
Got scripts like a doctor so what are you on
Prolly go make a play when I finish this

Imma finish
Rapping like I gotta, gotta, gotta
Make a livin'
Gucci, gucci
Louis, louis
On me, yeah I'm drippin'
Tsunami
You know I never bring
no fake

messed up condition
See a doctor or physician emo bitch who you dissing?
You can't make my team you're getting cut like an incision 
You're the head

spread out my guap I can't give out a loan
Only share bread with my girl and my bros
When you hit my line make sure that it's the right phone
Cause I might

bury me in the Bury
You know that this the side
It's Holly love
I'm by the hive in the midnight 
Free Sina 
He the man man 
Can't Get Right
R.i.P Rash

you happy for me but deep down inside
You'd probably kill me in a drive by

A same kinda obeah business
A same kinda obeah business
A same kinda

trust in it, done wrong, tell me go figure
I could've took him out but right now I'm raising my figures
Finger on the trigger, my anger not on this heater

on her knees 
Oh, mercy mercy me—don’t make me plead
Life comes in Trippel ale—death in threes

Live, laugh, love; stay low sip slowly
Follow the star;

can't give it up
Yeah I told FREERACKS let his sentence up
An all that fake shit around me had to get it out
And yeah they tried to shit on me had to move

had the munchies/
Can't waste no time on cheap bitches I gotta have the money/
I aint got no rules when I fight I be stabbing punchin/
If you see me

behind me
Some years he hunted me but Yahweh he hided me
Underground I gained strength and caught him slipping and crept behind him
Now it's headshots,

and you got me
I'm really tryna make it big and get a crib right on beach
cnd if I make it then they made it all my brothers gonna eat
I'm Really tryna